#when ghost proposes soap is like:

[ghostlysoaps]

John MacTavish used to spend parts of his summers in England visiting extended family and this is where he ends up meeting a boy a couple years older than him named Simon. Surprisingly enough, they hit it off. His bombastic, extroverted personality somehow manages to compliment Simon’s rather timid, introverted one. Joined at the hip, the two of them quickly call themselves best friends, and, as children tend to do, develop a bit of an innocent crush on each other – going so far as to promise to marry one another if they haven’t found anyone else by the time they’re both twenty-five.

But then autumn arrives and goodbyes are made and their promises to meet up again never come to fruition.

He doesn’t forget him though. Their friendship remains a fond memory, even a decade later, though much of the details are blurred with time. Perhaps it’s because they’d been each other’s first kiss – if the chaste peck of lips-on-lips can be called as such – or it’s the ring of twined straw, brittle as tinder, he has tucked away in his box of mementos that make that particular summer an unforgettable thing.

That and his steadfast insistence no one else is allowed to use a certain nickname for him.

In any case… those faded months are far from his mind when John Price is showing him around their base of operations, introducing him to people as they go along. The one-four-one consists of near enough two dozen operatives though he’s told it’s not uncommon to be mostly paired off with a select few of his fellow soldiers if they play to each other’s strengths. He nods along and pushes for the use of his callsign when folks wish to be friendly. Until, eventually, he finds himself face-to-face with a man who needs no introduction. A living legend as it were; who’s records Soap had worked hard to beat.

“Well then, last but not least. MacTavish, this is Lieutenant Simon Riley. Also known as–”

“–my future husband,” John finishes for him, based on a name, twelve percent of a full thought and the manc accent he’d spied when hearing him dismiss a batch of recruits.

Youngest to ever make the SAS and about to be the quickest one ousted, he thinks miserably when the eyes assessing him narrow at his declaration.

“Johnny?”

Oh.

“So ye do remember me!” Pivoting from mortification to delight, and heedless to any gawking voyeurs, John slings an arm around Simon’s shoulders to draw him into a loose side-hug. “No’ long now ‘fore we need t’ get hitched, aye?”

“Courthouse is a twenty minute ride,” Simon says drily.

Soap laughs, brighter than he can remember doing for a long time, before he immediately starts teasing Ghost about not proposing properly.

(He does, of course, do so years down the line.)

[rawme-price]

Hmmm the 141 and 141!reader who is soaps partner, finally all get some much needed leave time and decide to spend it together, getting a nice private beach house.

Do you spend ur time enjoying the beach and whatnot? Yes, totally. But there's something you and the guys would much rather enjoy, soap. Who the second yall stepped in looked you dead in the eyes and proposed free-use. He's a horny bastard who hasn't gotten his dick wet in far too long, and his teammates are hot enough hes more than willing, so whats the harm? (Ofc you knew he would do this, yall discussed it extensively, but it was fun to see the shock on the others faces)

The harm is he proposed free-use to a bunch of soldiers who are also pent up as fuck. Poor soap is getting bent over or shoved to his knees constantly lol. You go to sleep next to ur boyfriend and wake up to see him getting railed by price. You've learned *alot* about what the others like recently. Ghost loves blowjobs and riding soap, price mostly likes to bend him over and rail him, and gaz seems to like a bit of everything with a focus on sucking him off.

You indulge too, usually popping in after one of the others are done bc u like Johnny when hes a bit fucked out and whiny. Overall soap is in heaven, you've never seen the guys more relaxed, and ur having the time of ur life lol.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

Proposal Headcanons for Task Force 141 + Graves

Soap

Soap cannot play it cool. The man tries, but the moment he realizes he wants to marry you, it takes approximately 36 hours before he blurts it out mid-date, mid-bite, mid-everything.

“I love you. You love me. Let’s just do it, yeah? Marry me. Right now. I’ll steal a ring if I have to.”

You think he’s joking—until he pulls out an actual ring box from his cargo pocket. It’s dented. A little dirty. But the ring inside? Stunning. Soap actually planned ahead but couldn’t contain himself long enough for the ‘perfect moment.’

He kisses you before you even say yes, whispering, “You’re gonna be the death of me… but what a way to go.”

He doesn’t even make it to the bedroom.

The moment you say yes, he tackles you onto the couch, hands everywhere, breathless laughter between frantic kisses. His mouth is on your neck, mumbling, “You said yes—you said yes, I’m gonna ruin you for the next three days.”

He gets downright feral. Clothes ripped off, ring glinting as he grips your hips and mutters filthy praise in your ear. “Say it again. C’mon, sweetheart, say you’re gonna be my wife—while I’m deep inside you.”

You’re so sore the next morning you can barely stand. He carries you to the shower, grinning the entire time.

Gaz

Gaz puts in work. He’s low-key about it, but he plans the proposal down to the smallest detail: your favorite place, the perfect playlist, the exact time the light hits just right.

He gives a small speech about all the things he loves about you—your laugh, your stubbornness, how you make coffee wrong but he drinks it anyway—and then casually drops to one knee like he’s done it in his head a thousand times.

“You don’t make sense with anyone else. You make sense with me. And I want that for the rest of my life.”

You’re a mess. He’s a mess. Even the waiter cries.

He starts slow. Intense eye contact. Whispering thank you against your lips as he slips the ring on your finger and lays you down like you’re sacred.

But once his lips are on your skin? He loses control.

Gaz eats you out like he’s starved, murmuring, “My fiancée tastes so fuckin’ sweet,” between strokes of his tongue. You’re trembling before he even gets his pants off.

And when he finally pushes inside? It’s deep. Slow. A claim.

“I’m gonna make you feel me for days,” he breathes, forehead to yours, hips rolling with purpose. “This is how your husband loves you.”

Ghost

Ghost doesn’t plan to propose. Not because he doesn’t want to—it’s because he’s terrified. Of losing you. Of not being enough. Of messing it up.

But then one night, he wakes up after a nightmare and sees you asleep, soft and peaceful beside him… and it hits him. He needs to make sure you never leave.

Next morning? He slips a ring onto your finger while you’re still sleeping. Sits beside the bed, just watching.

You wake up to him staring at your hand, expression unreadable.

“Hope that’s alright,” he says softly. “Didn’t think I could get through asking without losin’ my nerve.”

It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him—and the most sure he’s ever been.

You see a side of Ghost no one else ever has.

Once you say yes, the mask comes off—literally and figuratively. He holds your face, kisses you like he’s drowning, and when he lays you down, it’s pure worship.

But when he’s inside you? All that control breaks.

Rough thrusts. Low growls. Hands gripping your thighs like he needs you to anchor him.

“You’re mine now,” he rasps, voice cracking. “Gonna fuck you until that ring rattles on your finger.”

After? He buries his face in your neck and whispers, “My wife. Mine. Mine.” Over and over like a prayer.

Price

Price goes traditional—old-school, respectful, completely heart-melting. He asks your parents (imagine his old ass asking your parents LMAO (he's only 37)), he wears a suit, he brings you somewhere meaningful.

He drops to one knee with total conviction. Eyes steady. Hands only slightly shaking.

“You’ve stood by me through everything. And if you’ll let me, I’ll spend the rest of my life giving you everything I’ve got left.”

It’s not flashy. It’s intimate. He looks you in the eye like a man who already sees your whole life together—and you say yes before he even opens the box.

Bonus: He tears up. Silently. And tries to hide it with a “Might be dusty out here.”

He pours a glass of champagne, gives a toast to Mrs. Price-to-be, and then takes you to bed like a gentleman…

…until he’s got you pinned under him, writhing, one hand wrapped around your throat just enough to make you whimper.

“This is what forever looks like,” he growls, sliding in with maddening control. “You wanna be mine? You better be ready to take every fuckin’ inch of me.”

He makes love like a man with something to prove—and he proves it again. And again. And again.

After? He smokes a cigar with your head on his chest, murmuring, “Next time, I’m bending you over the vows.”

Phillip Graves

Graves turns the proposal into a production. Champagne, string quartet, five-star dinner, and probably a drone flying a banner overhead.

He gives a speech in front of everyone. A loud one. “This woman right here? She’s the best thing I ever got my hands on—and I’m damn sure not letting her go.”

He definitely drops to one knee in slow motion. Probably has a photographer hiding in a bush. Maybe two.

The ring? Custom-made. Probably with your initials engraved inside. He flashes that smug grin and says, “You didn’t think I was gonna do this halfway, did you?”

After you say yes, he yells “She said YES!” like it’s a victory and kisses you like he just won a Super Bowl.

Graves worships you that night like a man obsessed. Pours champagne over your chest just so he can lick it off. Tells you exactly what he’s gonna do with his wife in every room of the house.

“Gonna fuck you in silk sheets and marble floors, darlin’,” he purrs. “You think the ring’s nice? Wait till you see what I do with this body.”

Takes his time ruining you. Bent over the bed. Face down on the counter. On your knees in the living room.

Every time he makes you come, he taps the ring and says, “Mine now. And I’m never lettin’ go.”

[munsonsmixtapes]

Sunshine

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Simon just can’t stop talking about his fiancé.

cw: mention of alcohol, anxiety, and pregnancy

The club is packed when Simon and his friends show up. If he’s being honest, he didn’t even want to come, being dragged out of the house because they all claimed that he spends too much time with you. He doesn’t think so, though. He spends the perfect amount with you in his mind. And he makes plenty of time for his friends so he doesn’t see what the problem is.

He feels eyes on him as he pushes through all the dancing bodies and it makes him feel gross being checked out like that. This always happens and even though he tells them that he has a fiancé, they don’t seem to get the hint. It’s gotten to the point where he got his own ring to get the point across-well, that and the fact that he just wanted one because he loves the idea of being connected to you in that way.

Simon gets to the bar and orders a beer, letting out a sigh as he resists the urge to text you. He knows something will be said and he doesn't want to be teased about it. He’s convinced that everyone is just jealous and doesn’t care that they roll their eyes whenever he mentions you. He’s just a man in love and he doesn’t see why that’s his fault.

Once his drink is set on the bar, he takes a sip before turning to his friends. His mind immediately goes back to the night he met you. You were working at the bar down the street from where he lived at the time and the second he laid eyes on you, he immediately had to know your name.

“You know, y/n is a bartender,” he speaks up, smiling down at his beer bottle.

“Here we go,” Soap replies with a roll of his eyes. He acts like he’s annoyed, but he’s actually secretly very happy for Simon and the fact that he was finally able to find someone he loved enough to settle down with.

“That’s what, ten mentions of her in the last hour?” Gaz laughs and Soap and Price join in, teasing Simon yet again. “The man is obsessed.”

“Oh, he’s just in love,” Price corrects, clapping Simon on the shoulder. He’s always been very supportive of your relationship and has even offered to officiate the wedding. “You’ll all feel the same way when you finally settle down.”

Simon can’t help but smile at the defense Price is making. They’ve gotten very close over the years, Price being someone that Simon looks up to. He’s the one Simon goes to for any problem he’s having, the one he talked to before he proposed to you.

He doesn’t care about his friends’ teasing, though. He knows they don’t really mean anything by it, they’re just messing around. He knows that they really are happy for him otherwise they wouldn’t have agreed to be his groomsmen. They just like to pick on him because they see him like a brother. It’s the way they show him love without actually saying the words.

He takes his phone out of the pocket of his jacket to check the time and smiles at his lockscreen-it’s a photo of the two of you, grinning at the screen as you hold up a sonogram, tears in your eyes.

He didn’t want to go tonight because he was worried about you and the baby but you forced him to go, insisting that you’d be okay and now that he’s here, he’s worried like he always is.

He misses you and his unborn daughter, wishes he was with you right now, his hand resting on your bump and you both snuggling up on the couch, watching that stupid reality show that he claims to hate but secretly loves.

Simon just worries and that’s why he feels like he needs to be around you 24/7. He’s read more parenting books than he can count and even though your daughter has been as healthy as can be at every scan, he knows that the knot in his stomach won’t go away until he’s holding her in his arms.

He sips on his beer, zoning in and out of the conversation with his friends, bringing you up any chance he gets even though he knows they’re all done with him, making him take a shot every time he mentions you. He’s already up to two in the last five minutes. That’s got to be a record of some sort.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he’s quick to answer it when he sees your name and photo flash on the screen. He moves to a spot that’s more quiet when he puts the phone up to his ear, plugging his other one with his finger so he can hear you better.

His heart is racing and he just knows something is wrong. It’s gotta be. Why else would you be calling? He knows it’s just his anxiety and waits for you to speak before he can panic.

“Hey sunshine,” he greets, grinning so widely just by hearing your voice on the other line. And when he hears the reason why you’ve called, he almost falls to his knees, letting out a sound of pure joy as the line goes dead.

He’s shoving his phone back into his pocket as he races back over to his friends, so excited to tell them the news. That he’s gotta go to the hospital and he’s gotta do it now.

“I’m gonna be a dad,” is all he says before they’re all making a beeline for the door, all looking forward to seeing the little nugget, just knowing that she’s going to be spoiled rotten between the four of them. Yeah, that little girl is going to be so lucky.

[gloomwitchwrites]

How they would propose to us and the aftermath?

Gaz is the romantic of the group. He’s the kind of guy who takes his time planning a proposal. He will pull out all the stops, making sure it’s not only a romantic occasion but a special one. The ring will be just what you want, and he’ll even have a photographer hiding somewhere to capture the special moment. And yes, Gaz will get your friends and/or family involved if he needs help planning it. The goal for him is to make you feel loved and to say “yes.” And the aftermath? You’re not turning this man down. Nothing but tears and an enthusiastic “yes.”

Soap is either going to give you the perfect proposal or do it spontaneously and in the worst way possible. There is no middle ground here. He is either so in love that he puts in effort to make it special, or he asks you to marry him at the most awkward and inappropriate time. If Soap is going all out, he’s taking you to the Scottish Highlands and proposing while the mist hangs low across the loch. Or, Soap is going to pop the question while you’re too drunk to talk and bent over the toilet trying to keep yourself together. In Scotland, it’ll certainly be a “yes,” but it’ll likely not go his way otherwise.

Price is a traditionalist. He’s asking a friend or family member for permission. He’s booking the fancy restaurant or taking you on vacation to a remote cabin somewhere to propose. This man is getting down on one knee, but don’t expect some longwinded or sentimental speech. Price is to the point, clear, and simply put in how he wants to spend the rest of his life with you. It’s beautiful, something you aren’t saying no to. And after, when he’s done showing you with his words, he’s going to show you with his body.

Ghost is the wildcard. His proposal is so out-of-pocket, it’s like a slap across the face. This man is so direct that it’s either going to feel like intimidation or cohesion, or—and hear me out—he’s going to ask in such a way that it completely baffles you and you’re unsure if he’s actually proposing. This man is going to loom over you, stare at you for a few solid seconds that is far too uncomfortable before asking “marry me?” like it’s the most normal thing in the world. And if he doesn’t go that route, he’s going to ask indirectly like asking if you want to consider citizenship or see yourself “living in England.” Honestly, it’s strange enough that you might say yes.

CoD Headcanons / AUs / Quick Writes Masterlist

[motzglorp]

You think Soap has ADHD energy? Meet the missus!

Everyone knows that Soap gets distracted easily when he doesn't have anything to focus. Outside of missions he gets restless and if he is bored he shouldn't be left without supervision.

They made it to the safehouse, got a good night's sleep and had another day to spend until transport was ready and would be on mandatory leave for the next two weeks. So of course they were talking about their plans.

Price had promised Kyle to show him his cabin by the lake and nobody commented on the faint blush under his beard or how Kyle's touch lingered a bit longer than usual. To be honest Soap and Ghost were betting on who would catch the kissing first.

Ghost didn't have plans so he was actually contemplating taking Soaps offer to stay at his house for a while.

"Honestly, ye should see what ma bonnie made of that place. Real cozy now." Soap was talking away, not noticing the other three staring at him.

"Come again? Your whatnow?" Asked Kyle.

"My Bonnie? The missus? Ma wife? You forgot about my wife?" Johnny seemed to be undecided whether to be angry or confused.

"Soap... You never told any of us. You mentioned a bird now and then. You mean to tell us it was the same one the whole time? You been stable? Since when?"

Now that made Soap think. "Ah mean.. known her forever. Stable for some years now, as stable as we can be. Proposed last summer we just didn't get around actually speaking the vows." He looked a bit sheepish. "Ah never told you? Sure 'bout that?"

Price didn't know how to react, other than: "You better marry her as soon as you are in the same country. If she hasn't left you by now she will never and you need to make sure the paperwork is all set up, just in case."

"And you should probably introduce us, so she won't be scared if one of us appeared on your doorstep." Kyle added.

"Actually, we can do that right now, we have a satellite connection."

Johnny was still trying to remember if he really had forgotten to mention the most important person in his life to the other most important people in his life, so he just acted on autopilot when Kyle shoved a tablet in his hands, starting a video call.

They all gathered around the screen, watching as the lights flickered and a disheveled face came into view, round face, sleepy eyes, hair sticking in every direction.

"Tha' you babe? You alive?" Johnny immediately had a smile plastered on his face. "Alive and kicking, didn't even get shot. Listen, sorry I woke you, wasn't my idea. But remember we planned our wedding to be with all friends and family and my captain could stand in for you dad since he is not invited and all and. Maybe I forgot to tell them.. about you.. like.. ya ken?" He sounded not as nervous as someone should sound who forgot his fiancé as soon as he was away.

You just blinked. "Johnny... Are you serious?" It was hard to tell if you were angry or not. "Okay, I just want to know: Did you forget because you already did it in your head or because you forgot to remember?"

"Bit of both? Bit like you forgot to tell your sister." Johnny admitted, grinning.

You giggled "Oh that was fun. Well, when she talked to me again. Oh, I should call her." You got up, apparently already forgetting you were on a call, looking for something. They could see your bedroom, organised chaos, plants, some pictures of Johnny, all in all a cozy home.

"Have you seen my laptop?" You wondered, confused when you heard a snort from Ghost. "What.. ooh... Hi there. You must be Ghost, yeah? Good thing you wear that mask, I am terrible with faces. And you are Gaz, right? You're pretty. Johnny he is so pretty, why am I marrying you again?"

"Because you love me and nobody else can tolerate either of us so we are stuck with each other?" came the answer like a well used banter.

"True. I do love you. But I also haven't slept for two days because I was building something. A surprise. When are you home? Don't tell me, just text. Please. Bring the boys. Oh, Captain Price, could you marry us? Or is that just a Ship Captain thing? Might be, I never cared, but that would be very practical. Give me a week to get everyone together and we could have the ceremony in the backyard, I can wait with the new greenhouse, so we would have the space." You were making notes on something that looked like a pizza box, lost in thoughts already.

You seemed to have forgotten you were still on the call, writing down things. Until you heard Price laughing, unable to hold it in any longer.

"Oh, I drifted. Sorry, didn't take my meds, I promise I'm better at this when I sleep. So.. are you coming to the wedding or not? And bring my future husband with you, in case he forgets again."

You were not angry at all. One of the reasons they worked was that you never got angry with each other about stuff like that. You knew each other for too long to try and change or 'fix' the other. If there was a problem or hurt feelings you would address it and work on a solution.

Ghost just looked at Soap. "You really found that one girl with even less ability to focus, did ya?"

Johnny just nodded happily, "She is absolutely perfect."

[urmomschocolatemilk]

Coloring dates with the 141 (inspired by new hello kitty coloring book)

You're sitting in the breakroom at the deep wooden table, scribbling away at the pages in front of you when you feel a presence looming over your shoulder....

Simon 'Ghost' Riley watches you color in silence for a bit before asking what you were doing. He thinks its cute the way your face heats up when you realize you'd been caught, but he doesnt think you should be embarassed about your hobby.

When you invite him to join you and offer to make him a copy he just grunts in response and walks away with his fresh cup of hot tea.

Dont worry though, cause he'll take you up on that offer next time.

Captain John Price would watch you color from a distance and before you could realize he's there, he's slipping out of the break room to grab his 'adult' coloring book and pack of pencils from his office.

He accidentally startles you when he pulls out the chair next to you and drops the thick book in front of his seat. It takes you a moment to realize that he's joining you, but you couldn't be more excited about it.

The two of you spend the night coloring side by side in a peaceful silence.

John 'Soap' Mctavish will tease you about it to no end once he finds out you like to color in your pass time. He's pokes at you about it a lot, but with enough convincing he'll sit and color with you.

He gets a copy of the same book just so the two of you can be coordinated, and proposes a competition for who can color the picture better. He forces Ghost and Price to judge, and almost always looses because he cant pick color schemes

He doesn't take it to heart, and instead promises he'll beat you next time

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick his first thought when he see's you coloring for the first time is that its neat that you like to unwind in such a calm way. He doesn't need any convincing to sit down with you and color. It actually gives you an opportunity to connect better since you're the two youngest on the force.

Coloring together becomes a scheduled thing with him, and you even get matching coloring books together when you finally finish the first one.

[mr-mandalorian]

ghost proposing, a little angst but very very sweet

they have the night off and he’d already be devouring her whole if she wasn’t so excited about going out. it’s a shit bar close to base, but she reasons it’s a good change of scenery.

and boy is it, terrible karaoke heard a mile away. the military wives, or rather soon to be, taken over. a bachelorette party of at least six women, loud and obnoxious.

soap and gaz find it to be the most hilarious thing in the world, applauding a brunette on stage over her disastrous performance of careless whisper. but ghost can’t help but watch y/n, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. throughout the night he silently dissects her, his assumption it being some sort of yearning for female company. but as one of the women come up to their table, asking if anyone from the squad could take a picture of the rowdy group, ghost swallows harshly. y/n jumps at the opportunity, congratulating the bride like they’ve know each other their whole lives.

they never discussed the nature of their relationship. hell, the word relationship was never even voiced out loud. but even a stranger could tell how they move in sync, his reflection and her shadow. in their line of work it was best case scenario and simon never allows himself to think about there ever being more.

but that is until y/n asks to see the ring. it’s almost comical, the gigantic diamond blinding, making her squint. ghost finds himself scoffing behind the mask, he could easily read y/n’s compliment a lie. she would never wear anything like it.

the following months ghost finds himself ring shopping. fucking hell, what is he thinking, really? his tongue can’t even roll the world girlfriend. and yet here he is, glaring at the poor saleswoman like she’s supposed to know none of these expensive rocks are good enough for his y/n.

when the ring is finally chosen, he doesn’t quite know what to do. he’s horrified of y/n finding it so the ring stays on his person at all times, even in the field. he’s less talkative than usual, if that’s even possible, always looking for the right moment. brushing their teeth together in the morning, ghost buried between her thighs in the evening. he nearly does it one late night, y/n perched on the window sill of her room. swimming in moonlight, she looks ethereal. he’s done unimaginable things in his life, taken and saved lives. none of the gore ever phased him, but the sight of her has his stomach turning.

so he chickens out. regret begins to gnaw at him as the very next mission goes haywire. y/n barks at him through the comms, the sweetest sound in the world, even if she’s telling him to get out, explosives ticking in the building. he’s trying, he really is. his gear seems to get heavier by the minute with a broken rib threatening to seize his lungs. he can make out her silhouette by the exit, but it’s out of reach. the floor crumbles beneath him.

when ghost wakes up, he immediately spots soap pacing back and forth, as much as the tiny ward of the hospital would allow him. y/n is passed out in the chair next to his bed, his balaclava clutched to her chest.

“good to have you back, lt.” soap whispers not to wake the sleeping soldier. “how ye feeling?”

“was she hurt?”

“no.” soap shakes his head, knowing how important the answer is before he can move on to his long awaited teasing, pulling out a velvet box out of his pocket. “i suppose it was foolish to question who this belonged to then. didn’t take you for the marrying kind, lt.”

he wasn’t, but if it pleased y/n, he’d marry her a thousand times. and even though ghost wants to be annoyed with the sergeant, he’s already decided to promote him to best man for finding the ring before y/n could.

when ghost gets released, it takes time to find courage to open the velvet box. it’s barely holding together, taking most of the damage to protect what’s inside. the ring is chipped, the intricate band of petite diamonds has at least five distinct cuts. they’re surprisingly neat, but asymmetrical and obvious to the eye. he can only curse, what a fool he was to convince himself that there could be something more.

“what’s that?” y/n is right next to him, her stealth impressive as she appears unnoticed in his room.

he can tell her awe for the ring is genuine, eyes eyes lighting up at the piece of jewelry. she pries it out of his hold, standing close to the window to examine the gems reflecting daylight. she disregards the cracks completely, telling him it adds character to it. the sincerity of her smile makes it hard to breathe.

“so who’s the lucky girl then?” she asks, never once trying on the ring.

“who- who’s the lucky girl? bloody hell woman, who do you think?”

they’re both dumbfounded, y/n by the answer and ghost by the question. and ghost knows he said the wrong thing as y/n shrinks in her spot, her gaze glued to the floor.

“i mean- i- i really don’t know.” she stutters, growing shy likes he’s never seen her before.

“try it on.”

“what?“

“come here.“

y/n allows him to hold her hand, sliding the ring on her finger with utmost care. it fits perfect, just her size and taste. her eyes jump between him and the ring, mind going a mile a minute.

“what do you reckon?“ his voice is low and quiet, and that’s all he says. it dawns on her that he’s really doing this, proposing in the most simon riley way possible.

“i didn’t even know we were dating.” she can’t help the jaw numbing smile that overtakes her, gently squeezing her hand in his.

“‘cause we’re not. we’re engaged.”

[cherie-doll]

could you please write a story like the reader is engaged to the cod men and they introduce themselves with their man's last name. like "good morning I'm y/n riley" like that? thank you so much if you decide to write this? YOU DA BESTT

Introducing Yourself With Their Last Name

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

❥ Price knew that soon you'd be switching out your last name for his... soon. But he hadn't thought it over as much, hadn't ever let it slip from his lips nor tried calling it out to hear how it would sound. Unlike him, you had taken to writing it out, whispering it secretly; obsessing over it like some schoolgirl. You couldn't help but want to tease him a little, you let it fall from your lips one day when meeting some of his friends. You felt his gaze on you, felt the warmth of his smile after the initial surprise. He calls you by his last name every chance he gets. "Just practicing" he says.

❥ Simon's reaction was hard to grasp underneath the balaclava he wore to your outing together; he hadn't expected to meet someone he used to work with. He had briefly introduced the man to you, leaving it up to you to tell him your name. But he hadn't expected to hear you say his last name. It was the first time he had heard your name and his put together. And it was like something clicked. He tried it out himself. It sounded so right, so smooth. He chuckled. How come he hadn't realized it before? It was only natural it not only sounded but also felt perfect. He couldn't wait for the day it became your last name officially.

❥ Soap would be saying your name with his last name ever since you accepted his proposal. But you had only laughed then, until you decided to be a little more serious and say it in front of others. He hadn't ever heard it from you, didn't expect you to confidently call yourself by his surname. He was shocked for a moment before quickly picking his jaw up off the floor and wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him and smiling brightly at who you had introduced yourself to. It had him in high spirits for the rest of the day. Now he wanted to hear it more often, trying to find another opportunity for you to introduce yourself just so he could hear it again.

❥ Kyle had been hinting at wanting you to use his last name for a while now. He knew he'd only have to wait a little longer for it to be in paper on the document, but he wanted to hear it. This time, he was obsessing over it, practicing writing it out and trying to get you to say it. "C'mon... it'd be nice to get used to it" he would literally almost beg you. You didn't know how badly he wanted it, until you decided to give in. You didn't tell him, no warning beforehand when you blurted it out when introducing yourself to someone new. It was so blunt and sudden to him, you could see him gaping at you from the corner of your eye. The only way you could get him to stop was sliding your hand into his, interlocking fingers.

❥ Roach was rather shy about wanting to ask you, afraid of having you think he was trying to rush things with something small like this. He could only gaze at you with those softened eyes that were only for you. His eyes would glaze, get that faraway look as he imagined you standing at the altar, accepting his last name as yours. He flinched hearing his last name, he had zoned out when you were busy talking to someone. It took him a moment to catch onto the fact that you had just introduced yourself with his last name. And it brightened his day, he leaned into you a little, smiling like an idiot as he kept replaying that moment. The familiar fuzzy feeling when you're in love arising and fluttering in his chest.

❥ Alejandro wished for more than anything else for you to use his last name. He still left it up to you and your customs whether you would adopt his last name or not, never did he want to pressure you into changing it if you didn't want to. The subject wasn't talked about much and he assumed you wouldn't use his last name, it was only a name after all. But you stunned him when he heard you saying it proudly. Oh, he was overjoyed, never wanting you to stop saying it every chance you got.

❥ Rudy didn't want you to feel obligated to part with your last name if you truly didn't want to. To some it may feel like erasing a part of you, and he didn't want you to bend just for him. However, you didn't mind. You gave him quite the surprise when you openly used his last name, in a good way of course. He didn't know what to say, but he felt a surge of love the moment you said it. Anytime you said it, whether in public or only between you two, the reaction was the same, still feeling soft on the inside.

❥ Phillip had joked all the time ever since proposing to you about when you'd change your last name for his. "Aren't ya excited you'll be Graves soon?". He brings it up as often as he can just to make you flustered or tease you. Although it was mostly jokingly, he did await for the day you would officially be seen as his in the eyes of others. But you still got a reaction out of him, when he overheard you using his last name. He was proud of the name he had made of himself, and was pleased to know you had found it worthy to use it for yourself.

❥ Makarov always put his name on things that belong to him. Ever since he was a child, he liked labeling his things, people must know to who it belongs to. He had a similar view of this matter too, wanting you to use his surname. Not that he viewed you as an object, nor a thing to be possessed and owned. He cared for you immensely, and knew you would be untouchable in the eyes of others if you had the name of someone they would have to think twice before messing with. Still, there was a ripple within him when he heard you introducing yourself with his surname. He didn't smile smugly, instead affectionately.

❥ Keegan hadn't put much thought to it. He didn't see what was wrong with his last name for you not to take it, but also didn't want to make you go through the paperwork of changing it if it was too much of a hassle. But you liked it, had a nice ring to it. When he heard it aloud, he had just walked into the room where you were talking with your friend over the phone. You had said that from now on you'd use Keegan's last name. You didn't notice him leaning against the doorframe, smiling smugly as he crossed his arms and observed you. He liked hearing it, especially from you. Now he couldn't wait to say it too.

❥ König had been dozing off at a function, already wanting to leave after sitting for a few minutes and feeling bored. He really wasn't one for sitting in idleness and dabbling in meaningless conversations. Slumping on the couch, he felt his eyelids become heavy and was ready to ignore everyone else until he heard his last name in that oh so familiar voice of yours. He sat up straight, fixing his posture like when a teacher called out his name at school. He had caught just enough of your conversation to know you were using his surname to refer to yourself. Although he sat motionless, he felt his heart beat faster, content on the inside at hearing that. It kept him awake for the rest of the function.

❥ Horangi had grown up with his father's last name, his mother's different because it was common to not change your surname even after marriage. He assumed you'd do the same. You kept thinking about whether you'd change it or not, after all the decision was yours, no pressure at all. You pondered quite a bit and decided to test his reaction. You started introducing yourself with his surname whenever you met new people. His reaction was funny at first, it was like he didn't understand. Until, he caught on and would have to look away to hide the smile that was playing on his lips from being seen. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea after all.

❥ Nikto wanted you to take his surname, he had been thinking about it for quite a while now. He dedicated time to carefully think about how it'd sound. You remembered him suggesting you practice how to write it; no context given. You were confused at first, not knowing why he would tell you to write his last name, but you did it anyways. Not long passed before you were able to catch on. You liked his surname and decided to practice saying it, making sure not to butcher the pronunciation. It made him satisfied to hear you not only adopt it but also start using it in front of others. He called you all sorts of sweet things for it.

[notquitecanon]

Familiarity & Whiskey // Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Simon and Johnny get in a fight, which is how Simon crosses your path. Thinking your an easy mark for quick comfort and a quick fuck, he's not aware you're in the UK to meet your estranged father. Your circles running tighter with his than he thinks...

(Unedited)

Poor Simon can't catch a fucking break. Let this man nut and smoke a cigarette.

CW: feminine descriptions and pronouns used, alcohol consumption, making out, heavy petting, allusions to oral (male receiving), Simon's lowkey highkey manipulative, absent father!John Price, don't think too hard about age gaps i gave up

Request by: @i-live-in-spite

NSFW 18+ MDNI

"Go to hell, Riley. ‘S where ye fuckin’ belong." 

That had been Johnny’s direct words.

 Which was the first and only time Johnny had addressed by just his last name. Usually it was some irritating nickname, his callsign, or his rank delivered with the Scotsman’s usual bright eyes and mirth that somehow made it less annoying to Simon. And when it was his real name, in serious times, it was his first name, with a sincere look and genuine inflection. Never just ‘Riley’. 

But Johnny had spit his last name like it was a curse. Something that tasted bitter in his mouth, something poisonous. 

Hell, maybe it fucking was. And it had him craving something volatile- destructive. Alcohol, sex, a pack of cigarettes… and if he couldn’t get one of those to self-medicate this poisonous streak, he’d settle for bloodying his fists before the end of the night. 

A shit mission with a shit conclusion. A shit day. Fuck, a shit year.  Culminating in a clash between Lieutenant and Sergeant, Simon’s icy seething clashing Johnny’s explosive rage about a bad call made worse by Simon’s version of coping- cold indifference and colder jokes.  Actions had consequences, isn’t that what Simon always told his sergeant? Maybe that’s why Simon was stewing in the shitty pub close to base crawling with recruits after Gaz and Price had forcibly split up the confrontation right as it was about to get physical. 

Price had all but shoved him off base while Gaz took Soap somewhere to cool off- probably the gym or some equally shitty pub on opposite ends of the city. So there he was, sulking in a corner, nursing the only bourbon this bar offered, stewing over whether or not he needed to apologize.  

The thought of apologizing burned worse than the bottom shelf bourbon he was sipping. He was Ghost. The Ghost. He didn’t apologize. This was one of those times he would’ve actually appreciated Price’s usually unwarranted ’sage’ advice- but he was tied up, still on base and pissed off because he was trying to wrap up mission reports and now was cleaning up Simon’s mess. 

—

"Excuse me? Would it be ok if I sat here? I’m waiting for someone but the guys at the bar won’t leave me alone." You were biting your lip a little, trying your best not to look too awkward as you asked the tall, dark, and you assumed handsome but you couldn’t tell around the mask he was wearing. You felt nervous, but not to be talking to you, you were nervous for a laundry list of other reasons. Including and limited to meeting your father for the first time since you were barely three years old. 

When the pub had been suggested to you, you’d thought the closeness to his base was an advantage- casual, easy, public, nearby- what you hadn’t accounted for was the herds of young soldiers that would also be there.  Trying to buy yourself a drink to calm your nerves while you waited had resulted in four heinous pick up lines, three cocktail napkins with phone numbers scrawled on them, two vulgar gestures, and one marriage proposal. Like the 12 days of Christmas song, but from hell. The only place that wasn’t buzzing with sloshed young soldiers was a dark corner with an absolute behemoth of a masked man, two empties and a half drank tumbler of whiskey.  Despite (or perhaps because of) the nerves, jet lag, and shot of tequila you’d just took because of said nerves, you considered yourself something of a strategist. 

After you asked, narrowed amber eyes flicked up to you appraisingly, pinning you to your spot. Even slightly slouched over his drink, he was huge. Not just tall, but built like a brick house. He wasn’t wearing an actual military uniform, but everything about him just read military. He stared at you for a second, then a minutes, stretching into two. To your credit, you kept your chin high and your eyes level on his. Right as you started to say, "Never mind, sorry to bother-" 

" ’s fine." His voice was deep and kind of gravelly, low enough that his quiet tone was almost lost to the barroom chatter. His accent wasn’t one you’d heard before, a bit sharper and choppier than the accent John had on the phone. He scooted further into the booth, dragging his drink with him. As you turned back and slid into the corner booth, he scrutinized you again, like you were supposed to be familiar to him, "I know you?" 

"Doubt it." You smiled, a tight lipped but warm thing. You knew you didn’t know him considering this was the first time you’d set foot in this country. Not to mention you’d undoubtedly remember a character like this. So instead, you offered him your name and an outstretched hand. He nodded, neither returning the exchange or shaking your hand, just grunting to show he heard you. 

Still, he scanned you again. Simon was sure he’d never met you, but there was something about you that was eerily familiar. It was the feeling of someone’s name being on the tip of his tongue but slipping between thoughts before he could place it, or a song that as soon as he tried to think about it the melody slipped away. It wasn’t your physical features, as pretty of a bird as you were. That little smile, the way you carried yourself, the saunter in your walk, how your shoulder were held, the set of your jaw, you were young in the face but seemed older, the casual confidence so rare for someone your age… These were all things so familiar to him, but he couldn’t connect it to it’s match. Maybe it was the bourbon. 

"Y’not from ‘round here." He stated, and it wasn’t a question. Simon knew it as a fact. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why someone not from here would patronize a piss-poor pub like this, especially a bird like you- pretty and warm and put together. He rose an eyebrow that shifted the brow of his mask, "What brings you?" 

Blunt and to the point. Definitely military.  You leaned back against the booth, your finger tracing the glass rim of the wine glass you’d set down in front of you. White wine from a shit hole like this was one of the many clues that you didn’t belong here. 

"Meeting someone important." You answered vaguely with another one of those warm but tight smiles. Seriously, where did he know that from? "He’s late." 

"A date?" He pressed further with eyes that were somehow intense and disinterested at the same time. You couldn’t decide if his bluntness was a military quirk or social dysfunction, or possibly both. Of course he couldn’t know that this was the furthest thing from a date you could be doing tonight, which made you laugh, loudly and suddenly. The noise took Simon off guard, but not for it’s spontaneity or for how bright and beautiful it was , but because it tugged at that feeling a familiarity, bordering on nostalgia. 

"Oh, god no." You rushed, shaking your head and forming an X over your chest for good measure, still laughing a bit as you took a sip of wine. Still, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to describe John. "Not a date. I’m just meeting…. someone important." 

Simon doesn't know why this pleased him. Something about you being available and talking to him as opposed to the damnably flashy and obnoxious grunts wearing their dress uniforms to the pub on a fuckin’ Tuesday… Simon’s mouth quirked into a subtle smirk as he lifted his mask enough to take a sip of his bourbon, not missing how your too-familiar eyes followed the movement, intrigued and keen, “Who then?" 

"Nope, I’ve already answered, like, three questions. Your turn?" There was that casual confidence again as you turned the question on him with that little grin, legs cross under the table as your nails clicked against the sticky wood table, "What brings you here?" 

Simon’s expression under the mask soured again, eyes fixing on the lipstick stain on your wine glass. Pretty color… He wondered how it’d look smeared along his mouth. Or his cock. He shook that thought out of his head, bringing his eyes back to yours. Maybe it was the bourbon that loosened his tongue, or maybe those eyes of yours, “Got in a fight with a mate o’ mine. It was… suggested that we give each other some space.” 

‘Suggested' was nice was of saying Price manhandled him all the way to the guard station at the gate. Like a scolded dog being put outside. 

“So you’ve put yourself in the corner? Are you in timeout?” You quirked an eyebrow in another frustratingly familiar gesture, something that made him chuckle instead of bristle as you gestured to the dark corner he’d been lurking in. 

“Something like that.” He nodded, swirling the whiskey in his glass. 

“What was the fight about?” You asked casually, taking another sip of your wine. Normally so private, Simon would’ve bitten a stranger’s head off for such a personal question. But coming from you, between his desire to keep your attention on him and the ever present nagging sense of familiarity, he just sighed. 

“Hard week pushed some buttons. We’ve both got tempers. Mine’s worse.” He explanation was simple, both from characteristic standoffishness and the fact the mission that had provoked this fight had taken place in a country the British Military was not supposed to be. Another deep sigh like the confession took something wrenching from him, “He puts up with me usually, but I… said somethings’ I shouldn’t’ve.”

You nodded sagely, taking in the rather vague information with eyes settled on the far wall as if you were doing mental math, quiet deductions. He recognized this look from somewhere, this was the look of someone looking for answers and solutions. Your fingers tapped against the table again before your eyes slid back to him, “So you were both assholes to each other, but you were worse?” 

“Yeah. That’s the gist of it.” Simon scoffed as you boiled down his already barebones explanation even further. You nodded again, looking at him quizzically. 

“Have you thought about just apologizing?” You rose an eyebrow at him, your head cocking a little to the side. The most obvious answer in the world that for some reason he couldn’t wrap his hand around. He opened his mouth to protest, but you were quicker, voice chiding in way he’d heard before- but from where?, “No, let me guess, it’s not that simple, you can’t just apologize.” 

For a moment you dropped your voice a little lower and attmepted a half imitation of his Mancunian accent which would’ve been offensive if it wasn’t exactly what he was about to say. You huffed a quiet lap before returning to your normal tone with a roll of your eyes, “Believe me, yes, it is that simple, and, yes, you can just apologize. And if you truly think it’s not something an apology would fix, let him get one good hit in and get it out of your systems. Problem solved.” 

“Get it out of our systems?” Simon asked a little incredulously, despite the sampling of a sharp wit and the occasional hard glint to your eyes, he hadn’t expected someone as soft looking as you to jump to punching as a serious form of conflict resolution. Hell, you sounded more like his Captain Price than some random pretty thing in a pub, “that’s terrible advice.” 

“You telling me you would’ve seriously taken my apologize and talk it out advice?” Your eyebrows raised again as you leaned forward on your elbows onto the table- another frustratingly familiar look that would’ve distracted him if your now exposed cleavage didn’t distract him further. He swallowed as he stared, feeling the growing need to get something out of his system, and his fight with Johnny was becoming less and less forefront in his mind. 

“Not a chance.” He shook his head, sniper eyes locking in on the drop of wine that escaped your glass and slid between your breasts, quickly disappearing between skin and under your shirt. He could find it with his tongue, bet your skin made the wine sweeter… 

“Yeah,” You laughed again, setting down the empty glass, finding this intriguing masked character to be a wonderful distraction from the anxiety of this upcoming meeting. And if John was running late, you’d take advantage of the distraction, “Figured as much.” 

___

An hour and another glass of wine later, you’d continued to scoot closer to the masked man in the booth with you. He was first to initiate contact, throwing an arm over your shoulders in the pretense of keeping you close enough to hear over the rowdy group cheering on a rugby game, it was you who had leaned into his side. His hand had found your thigh first, but your nails were tracing little shapes and words against his forearm. 

“Who was it you were meetin' 'ere, sweetheart?” Simon asked again, his mask still rolled over his nose again as he took another sip of his bourbon, lips grazing your earring as his breath fanned over your neck. He wondered how you would react if his teeth tugged one of the pretty little earrings you’d picked out. You were distracted noticing how his accent minced certain letters in syllables in a delectable way, “Only a fool’d keep you waitin’ this long.” 

Two glasses of wine and jet lag had done away with your need for vague answers as you leaned into him, shivering as the smell of bourbon, cigarettes, and gunpowder started to overpower your perfume. You swallowed, eyes meeting his with a bit of nervousness he hadn’t been able to pick up on you until just now, “I’m meeting my father. We’ve been estranged most of my life. And he’s an hour and forty five late now.” 

“Shit.” Simon muttered under his breath, not thinking you could’ve said anything that could really surprise him. Meeting your estranged father and yet you’d spent the last two hours coaching and comforting him through a fight with his friend. That level of self sacrifice should’ve clued him into your parentage almost immediately, but he was busy staring at how your wide eyes were staring up at him through your lashes, teeth toying with the seam of your lips that your tongue kept darting out to wet. 

“I’m a little nervous.” You admitted, the nail that was tracing shapes on his forearm dropped down to his massive thigh to brace yourself. If you leaned any closer, you’d be all but in his lap- which wouldn’t be the worse thing, both of you mentally decided. You took a deep breath, sipping some of the water you’d ordered midway through your third glass of wine,  "A lot nervous, actually.” 

One thing about Simon, was that as a sniper, he was opportunistic. When he saw a shot, he took it. And you just lined him up to test his theory on how long it’d take to convince you to slip into the pub bathrooms with him. 

His arm around your shoulder adjusted so he could gently brush some hair behind your ear, thumb purposely grazing your cheekbone before he tilted your face up to meet his, “Well, you know the best way to get over your nerves?” 

The sudden closeness stunned any witty retort to silence as you hummed for him to continue, swallowing thickly in a way that brought those keenly sharp eyes to watch the bob of your throat. He chuckled lowly to himself, so sweet and perfect, he was about to absolutely ruin you. But he wasn’t evil, he’d put you back together again… 

“Gotta… work... it outta your system. Just like you said, sweetheart.”  His other hand was kneading into your thigh through the pretty satin of your skirt, such a good girl, with a skirt below your knees, and he looked forward to shredding those tights underneath with nothing but his teeth and bare hands. But… he wondered if he could make you cum through them before he ruined them, and with the way you tensed and then melted at his touch, he was betting the answer was a firm yes. “Gonna let me help you like you’ve been helping me?”

You thought he sure had a funny way of equating this heavy petting to the teasing and mild comfort you’d offered about his fight with this ‘Soap’ guy, but you nodded anyway. All the pent-up anxiety made it an eager motion as he chuckled, leaning forward and catching your mouth, so possessive and borderline aggressive at your compliance. He was a bit of a bully, using his bulk and his weight so you would bend underneath him like he was testing how hard he had to press for you to break, and when you whined at the feeling of him biting your lip, he only swallowed your sounds and laughed into your mouth. 

Lips smearing your pretty makeup, one hand tangling your hair into his finger and the other fisting your skirt so it started hiking up your legs, and one of his boots nudging your ankles out of their polite cross so he could start prying your thighs apart.  God, you were making out (bordering on hooking up) with a nameless, masked man with anger issues while you waited to meet your estranged father for basically the first time… What had your life come to? 

Actually, the absent father bit explained the masked stranger bit if you thought about it for more than three seconds. 

“Fuckin’ hell, you’ve gotta be taking the absolute piss, Simon.” A sudden and angry voice, familiar to both of you sounded from the front of your secluded little booth. You jumped back away from your paramour. Simon, apparently was his name, while he only turned in frustrated confusion at his captain interrupted him blowing off steam, just as he’d been instructed when Price all but kicked him off base for the night. 

Your eyes went wide in absolute mortification, like you’d melt under the table and just die there. Standing there, watching you sloppily make out with someone he apparently knew, was your father. John Price. Who hadn’t seen you since you were three years old and compulsively carried around a Kermit the frog stuffie everywhere you went… He looked older compared to your hazy memories of him and the singular picture your mother hadn’t burned, and the interesting facial hair only made him look older. You suspected he was capable of looking warm and kind, your mother always said you got his soft eyes and smile, but right now he looked pissed.

“Price?” Simon questioned, yanking his mask back over his mouth to hide the smears of his lipstick, wondering if this temper had something to do with the mission or with his fight with the sergeant and if so, why it was urgent enough to interrupt him right now. He’d noted how you went rigid underneath him, batting his hand out of the balmy soft canyon between your spread thighs before they clamped shut again. Shit, that door was rapidly closing...

You spoke at the same time as Simon, your voice somewhere between hesitant questioning and caught teenager, “Dad?” 

“Dad?” Simon immediately parroted, his respect for his Captain superseding the whiskey and lust as he peeled himself off of you quickly doing mental math Olympics to figure out genetics and age gaps, “Bloody Hell, John-“ 

You shrieked, as Simon didn’t get a chance to justify himself or even ask, how was I supposed to know the bird I was trying to fuck was your kid you’ve never told anyone about? Because your father’s face went red instantly, jumping across the booth and landing a scarily hard punch across Simon’s face, spilling wine and whiskey all over you in the process. 

So it was going to be a bloody knuckles kind of night, after all. 

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Sorry I kinda changed up your request a little bit, I started writing and it kinda got away from me. I'm a slave to the little worm in my brain.

[bejeweledblondie]

Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons

A/N: these are loosely inspired from real life experiences I’ve had living on a military base, these men have a on & off switch it’s crazy

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW

• Simon first saw you while he was in the States for a training exercise, he was out at one of the local bars with some of the other soldiers he was with

• Soap had actually asked for your number first & since he was so intoxicated you turned him down

• Simon apologized for Soap & that’s how you met

• he did have a heart attack when he found out there was a bit of a age gap between you two but quickly got over it when he realized how mature you were

• it was a long distance relationship at first (from personal experience it sucks in the beginning)

• there were times when he couldn’t talk due to the risk of potentially exposing his teams location so you had to write letters every now & then

• you cried constantly whenever you saw some horrific news in the paper about what was going on overseas, the anxiety was awful

• but when he returned the reunions were euphoric

• you have a bottle of his cologne & aftershave so you can always feel close to him

• and you’d spray your perfume on the letters you sent so he couldn’t always smell the paper when he was missing you

• it took him sometime to open up to you about what had happened to him in his past, & your respected that

• when he first met your family, he was shocked by all the support he had received from them

• he asked your parents to marry you the first time he met them & showed them the ring too (ofc they said yes)

• he proposed to you in private after a nice dinner, he got choked up during the proposal

• your dad specifically was elated, he got to brag at how bad ass his son in law is

• your mom if she’s a teacher, had her entire class send cards, candy, anything they’d need in care packages Soap nearly cried when he opened the sweetest letter from a little girl (this actually happened irl my mom’s class did this & one guy got really choked up)

• Simon always would be your fiercest protector

• since he’s like an freakin tree he will guide your head with his bear paw of a hand in crowds

•he CANNOT sit with his back facing the door it stresses him out

•this man is strapped 24/7 whether that be a knife, bear spray etc. he’s ready

•he has a trauma kit in his car because “you never know”

•Simon is 1000% one of those apocalypse preppers you have freeze dried food, medicine, water, etc. he’s always on edge

• he sleeps with a damn rifle next to y’all’s bed

• you have a whole security system too

• your guy’s apartment is impeccable like you could eat off of the floor

• hell your guy’s bed has damn hospital corners

• Simon adopted a cat so you don’t feel as lonely when he’s deployed

• He’s your chonky boy & you do send plenty of photos to Simon when he’s deployed

• Gaz & Soap tease him about him living his “cat dad” life

• you start trying for a baby two years into your marriage

• Simon does fall victim to the “curse of the infantry” (which is not a negative thing btw it’s a running joke that infantry soldiers have all daughters) he makes girls

• he was deployed during your pregnancy & was worried sick he nearly missed the birth of your daughter

• that little girl is the most well protected baby in the whole world, the Task Force gifted him not just baby stuff but damn security for the nursery

• He watches your baby from his phone in the nursery on deployment, he was silently crying once when he was watching you sing a lullaby to your baby girl

•Price had to comfort him father to father

•In reality Simon has a very hard cold exterior at work for the sake of keeping his mental health for the profession he’s in but deep down he’s always held a soft spot & your relationship just brings it out

✨NSFW ✨

• there is a big size difference between you two & it drives him insane

• the first time y’all had together he didn’t want to break you in half

• when he returns from deployment y’all go at it like rabbits for multiple rounds, your poor pussy was so sore afterwards

• has a massive corruption & daddy kink

• he’s an ass man I don’t make the rules here so any position where your ass if the focal point is his favorite

• y’all have made so many sex tapes for him when he’s deployed, he has a whole folder on his phone & jerks off to them in the bathroom or the porta potty (it’s a canon event, trust me) to them

• he lets your cockwarm him constantly when you’re on the couch, when he’s working, hell y’all had even fallen asleep like that

• I know people say he has a Prince Albert piercing but alas per army regulation that is safety risk I think it’s more likely he’d use a cock ring on you

• during a military ball you two snuck off & fucked in a supply closet

• he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room after seeing you in your gown, it was red his favorite color

• and he just looked so fucking good in his dress uniform, that was the night you totally conceived your baby girl

• he groans into your ear when he cums & he’ll use his body to just eclipse yours

• “one more baby girl” & “c’mon pretty girl use your words tell me what you want”

• is a sucker for babydoll lingerie it brings your innocence & triggers his corruption kink

• moral of the story Simon Riley fucks

[quarterlifekitty]

more medieval fantasy au time! reader whose life sucks and wont be missed by anyone in the present life suddenly finds herself back in time after blacking out and being mistaken for the assassin who was given orders to kill any of the cod boys (or price becos he's my hubby). cod boys/price decides to keep her under their watch closely in case she makes any more attempts to kill them. love myself some slowburn enemy to lover shite <3

Fun fact about me. I enjoy that shite, played out isekai manga/manwha trope where a girl gets reborn into the story of her favorite dating simulator except she’s reborn as the villainess and has to try to use her knowledge of the game to change the story and avoid dying to the heroine or one of her many devoted love interests. But often her sudden change in personality piques the interest of one of those love interests…. Here’s a very dark hentai with a somewhat similar plot to this trope, if you’re interested! Ghost coded, imo. Noncon warning.

Anyways

Prince!Gaz doesn’t believe you when you say you weren’t trying to kill him, but he does believe you when you say it isn’t your fault. Poor thing. Must’ve been forced into it! You don’t have to worry about that anymore, he’ll keep you safe from whatever criminal underbelly manipulated you into doing this. He turns you into a bit of a pet project. A perfect rehabilitation of a criminal. It’ll be a brilliant morale boost. Maybe even more so if he takes you as his wife? Controversial, yet romantic— the bards will eat it up for sure.

Knight!Soap thinks it’s a bit fishy. Why go after him? Why not the captain of the guard? He’s kind of a dickhead, but he doesn’t make any personal enemies. He’s just gonna have to keep you until you fess up and tell him who hired you and what the motive was. And how lucky he is that the assassin they sent was so cute and squeezable, too! He doesn’t mind having to keep you.

Warlord!Ghost considers this an open proposal for marriage. He’s very much attracted to your gall and open animosity towards him. Both excellent qualities in a wife and a mother. Very well— he accepts!

Lord!Price can see that you’re not a natural born killer. This must have been your first time. Your attempt failed— so he won’t have you killed… he takes a look at you and decides that humiliation is a more fitting punishment. So he’ll be keeping you collared and on a leash for the foreseeable future.

Artificer!Nikolai can see what’s happened right away. You have the smell of otherworld clinging to you. You’re not from around here. But he’ll play along as if he doesn’t know that. As for your punishment… he’s been wanting an apprentice. Some cute little thing to help him around his workshop. Looks like you fit the bill on that.

[gloomwitchwrites]

How would the 141 boys + Nikolai (everyone's favorite Russian dilf) react if their s/o proposed to them with a sword? Like a custom, made by an actual blacksmith, sword? I'll also leave capes on the table, you can choose what to do with that idea.

Swords? Capes? Sorry, I’m dying over here. Never would have thought of this honestly. Just a fair warning, this entire thing is going to consist of me rambling and just putting my brain thoughts into words. Read at your own risk.

Written w/ gn!reader

Price: This man is in awe when you present him a sword. Don’t worry about him saying “yes.” Price is just impressed that you went out of your way to do this for him, to propose to him with a work of true craftsmanship. He’s cherishing that sword, putting it in his office where he can look at it every day, and when people ask him about it, he’ll proudly say that his wife/husband/partner proposed to him with it.

Ghost: If anything, Simon is just going to stare at you for a ridiculous amount of time when you present the sword and propose to him. Like, awkward silence that stretches a bit and you aren’t sure whether you should say something or just let it be. Eventually, he answers with a firm “yes.” However, that’s probably all you’re getting from this big brute of a man. But the sword? He’s taking that thing with him into battle. Are you kidding? He’s cutting down enemies with it. Capes? Possible but optional.

Gaz: There are capes involved in this proposal. Not because it was planned but because it happens when the two of you go to a Ren Fest together. Dressed in cosplay, Kyle doesn’t expect it at all when you excuse yourself to go purchase “drinks” and come back with a sword. Of course, he says “yes.”

Soap: His immediate reaction is the Scottish version of “hell yeah” the moment that sword comes out. You went out of your way to have a custom sword made for him? An actual sword? He’s cherishing that for the rest of his life. He’s showing it off to everyone. He’s making up stories about it like it’s an actual weapon he takes on mission. A cape for him during the wedding? Unlikely. But he’s strapping that sword on him.

Nikolai: If you approach Nikolai with a sword with the intention of proposing to him, this man is going to laugh his ass off and then pull out a sword to propose right back. You think you were the only one with this idea? Guess again. The two of you share a single braincell. Also, no capes at the proposal, but he insists on capes for the wedding.

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[miss-vanta-likes-to-write]

Woke up from a nap. And had the wildest dream. So you are all being subjected to it.

Imagine breaking up with Kyle because of a pretty big argument.

The argument is about how, for once, you want to just come first before his work and his team. You feel like some pretty trophy of a girlfriend and not the woman he proposed to. You don't feel like a life partner. You feel like a thing that he trots out when he wants to show you off.

The argument sparked because he was home from another deployment, and all you wanted was to go to the movies. His tired eyes and exhausted voice asked if he could do that with you the next day or two. The apartment was quiet as you both settled in for a night in. You were disappointed but happy to be spending time with him. That was until Johnny called, asking for Kyle to meet them at the bar and Kyle actually going.

That argument lasted all of five minutes before you just let him leave. No ultimatum. No "this or that", you knew where you stood. Second place or third best.

It's now four months after the break-up. Your best friends had helped you move out while he was on another deployment. You didn't have the courage to do it while he was there, statistics saying that men in his career field are likely to blow up about stuff like this and get violent. You knew he wouldn't hurt you, but your friends weren't chancing it.

You now live on your own. Happy, living life to the fullest, getting ready for a night out when it happens.

You pee yourself.

"What the fuck?" You whisper in shock. You lift up your belly and watch the fluid gush down your legs, hitting the fluffy white rug of your room. You place your curling wand down, and that is when the pain happens. It's sharp, and you think you may be dying. This pain had been coming and going all day, signs of what you thought would be a particularly rough period, but you decided some painkillers would hold you over.

This pain is horrible. It's scary. This isn't normal period pain. The first call you do is to Christina. She's the one who lives closest to you, just down one floor down from you.

"[♡]! I'm on the way down, and we'll get you to the hospital." Her voice isn't shaking but she does sound concerned.

"No," you pant, another sharp cramp, and it makes you hobble just a bit. You feel like you're gonna die. The pain is so bad. Your slow trudge to the living room door to get it unlocked haunts as you scream through another cramp. Christina is shouting now, telling you she has her key and that to hold on. "Call an ambulance, hurry."

Your vision blacks out, but you're still aware. Instead, you slowly lower your body onto the hardwood floor. Christina is by your side when you come to after what felt like hours but was probably just minutes. It's like the only thing you want to do is cry and push. You watch as she tries to keep it together.

"No, sir, there's blood." Her voice shakes. "The door is open, and it's apartment 5 on the fith floor"

You let out another groan of pain, "Get my panties off, get my panties off, call my mom." You panic and the urge to push is now desperately clawing at you. And push for what? Push the pain out? You wail for your mom.

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Kyle Garrick hadn't been the same for the last four months. His girlfriend broke up with him, and he's been in a foul mood. Sure, he goes on his deployments, hangs out with Soap and Ghost, and John.

He tolerates his mother, and her pity stares and the way she says, "You should call her sweetie. You still love her. If she doesn't want anything to do with you, we'll learn from this and treat the next girl better."

It's around ten at night when the call comes. It's Christina, the one friend of his girl who told him to give it time. Her other friend Kacy laughed at him and said, "Don't call her or her friend again." So, it is even split on the chances of getting back with her from what Soap says. He lets it go to voice-mail the first ring, he's busy gaming with Soap and they are in the middle of a match.

Only it's weird when she calls a second and third time back to back. He answers on the fourth. "Hey Christina -" He barely gets out.

"Get down to the hospital!" She shouts the sound of the dresser drawers opening and slamming could be heard. Just over that, the sound of paramedics and his girl's voice screaming and calling for her mom. He feels his whole body go cold. Did something happen to you? Were you dying?

"Christina, what's going on?" He is already texting Soap that he has to go.

"She's in labor, Kyle." Christina says, "We'll meet you at the hospital, but they can't move her now cause she gotta push. [♡] and the baby will be there shortly."

And with that, she hangs up because it's another call coming through she says. Says it's her mom calling.

Kyle can't think straight as he rushes out of the house. Another message gets sent to Soap with a cashapp of money and a request for him to go and quickly buy baby clothes and meet him at the hospital.

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By the time the paramedics are there, the urge to push is all you can think. Push and breath, push and breath. The first paramedic is a nice man. He's asking about how far along you are. The look on your face must be priceless, and it makes the man look horrified. He speaks in some strange medical language, shouting out codes and phrases.

"The baby is coming here, ready transport and let the er know." He looks down at you, "you got this momma, you and baby are gonna be okay."

Christina had called your mom and Dad. She rushed off to pack a go bag right after. There's not much she can do, but be in the way. When she comes back, you're in the middle of pushing and screaming.

A thousand things rush through your head. Pregnant. Baby. You're a mom now. You're not ready.

Push push push!

Fuck you were pregnant and didn't know it! Are you full term? Are you early?

Push breathe, breathe, breath push!

God FUCK you've been drinking and partying! You've already failed as a mother.

Push push push breathe breathe breathe.

Kyle is the father. Is he even in the country? You haven't been with anyone else.

Push push. Crying shrill and high pitched.

"Baby's here! Is transport ready?"

"Careful, get her up carefully. Pulse is elevated. Let the emergency room know we are on the way."

You hear your baby crying. The hurried chatter of the paramedics. Next thing you know, through the haze of shock, you're being taken to the hospital.

The lights of the emergency room is where you finally come back to your body. You're fully aware of what's happened, but it feels like a far-off dream. Your mother is by your side, in tears, and your dear old Dad is too. But who you weren't expecting was Kyle. He isn't saying much, just listening to the doctor along side your parents.

"Baby came in at 3.08 kilograms (6.8 lbs), we have him in the nicu for monitoring." The Doctor says to you, "cryptic pregnancies while not common, do happen. I see you have a history of irregular periods, so maybe that's why. But you and baby should be just fine after observation."

You don't say much as your mom fussed over you. Your dad made his way to the nicu to keep eyes on the baby, make sure nothing funny happened. Kyle stayed next to you, and you could see he wanted to hold your hand.

"Mom, please give me a moment. Could you go find a nurse and ask about food?" You say trying to wriggle out of her grip. She eyes you suspiciously, but relents.

When she's gone, you finally address the elephant in the room. "Kyle I swear I didn't know-"

Instead, he shushes you and finally grabs your hand, "its gonna be okay, Dove." His brow is knitted in concern "how are you?"

"In shock." You say with nervous laughter. "I feel like this isn't real."

It's quiet for a beat. Then you speak again.

"I haven't been with anyone else...and I know how we left things. I won't make you stick around."

Kyle seems shocked, "I'm not going anywhere, I want to stay, I want-" He can't bring himself to say it. He doesn't want to force you back with him, but he also doesn't want to leave you or his kid. A dark part of him, the Sargeant in him preens at the idea of you being tied to him because of this surprise baby.

"Let's just figure out us later. Right now -" You look away from him as there is knock on the door. It's Johnny, and he has a bag that clearly has baby clothes in it.

"Aye, so is this a bad time?" He grins no doubt, sensing the tension in the room.

"Hey Johnny." You smile politely.

"Give me a moment, Soap." Kyle chuckles a bit. When his friend leaves, he looks at you. Holds your hand tightly. "I'm doing whatever you ask of me, my Dove."

His smile is sincere to you. There's still the sting of being second place or third at best. You won't let your baby suffer that reality.

"How you treated me is not how you will treat them. I won't allow it."

It's not much. But it's a start.

[codnasties]

kinktober ₊˚ · ♡ ·˚₊ ghost & soap ₊˚ · ♡ ·˚₊ road trip

when you proposed a roadtrip to ghost and soap to the other end of the county, it seemed like fun. driving around, stopping at gas stations and restaurants, sharing songs on aux and having some deep conversations about everything and anything. well, yeah, no. it wasn't so fun for you.

because you were ovulating and now you were trapped for hours on end in a car, with two hot as fuck musuclar men. and that's straight up criminal. sittting in the back seat, getting a perfect view of their strong spread thighs right through the space left by the front seats. soap driving, one hand on the wheel and the other lazily draped on the gearstick. simon with one of his arms draped over the centre console.

all that powerful muscle, strong forearms and protuding veins making your already warm situation turn into an extreme hornyness one. thighs squeezing unvoluntaraly trying to get some release and a bit of friction on your weeping cunt.

you thought you were being sneaky, but there isn't anything that scapes ghost's keen eye, instantly catching you and making eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. he understands, he truly does. that's why he tells you that you might as well fully pleasure yourself.

those small encouraging words were all it took for you to start getting rid of your pants and panties and start fingering yourself, making a mess on the backseat. but simon, still watching you from the mirror, saw how desperate you were and how your small fingers weren't enough. that's why he decided to jump in the back with you, manouvering his big body over the cosole onto the backseat. he came to your aid, giving you a helping hand.

and what a helping hand! stocky fingers sliding into your already soaking wet cunt. he started with one and worked up more in all the way to three, fingering your pretty pussy until you came around his digits.

once he pulled them out and saw how dirty they were, he knew that you had to give him a little payback, helping clean them once he put them in our mouth. happily sucking your own juices off his fingers, wishing it were something else.

your blissed out but still needy face was all it took for simon to know that wasn't enough. so he seats himself properly before pulling his rock hard cock out of his shorts, standing tall as ghost grabbed your hips to move you and strat to slowly lower you until he's sitting snuggly inside your spongy walls.

but when you saw the vile smile plastered on his face through the driving mirror you knew your thighs were going to be burning because he wasn't going to any of the work. he was just lending you his cock so you could enjoy yourself.

you were trying, you really were, riding him eagerly and trying to get off, but sadly to no avail :'( so at your desperate attempts, ghost finally decides to give it a more hands on aproach. manhandling you into a diferent position so he could start fucking you in doggy. fully drilling into you.

your moans, the way you were getting fucked like a slut and the view from the rear view mirror making soap's cock impossibly hard. he was trying his best to keep his eyes on the road but it was becoming unbearable knowing he was missing all the fun.

so he stops the car in the first place he can manage and quickly jumps in the back with the two of you. ghost, seeing the desire in his mate's eyes, gives him the place plunging into your sweet cunt. johnny fucking his rock hard cock, hitting depply insie of you and making sure that you would be sore the next day. meanwhile, simon's prick sitting in your ass, having your ass cockwarm him.

let's say it doesn't end ther, both of them switching possitions and holes until the three of you are mess and have had your fill of fun on the cramped back of that car.

[risetherivermoon]

Soap asks Price for his blessing before proposing to Ghost, and Price is just like: "What? I'm not his dad."

Soaps like: "Youre not?"

and when Soap retells the story to Ghost at the actual reception Ghost furrows his brow and goes: "Wait he isnt?"